Ghost Swords Novels & Stories

Under her palm the seat felt warm, as if someone was there recently. Another wave of pain shot through her, falling to her knees and gasping in pain. She gritted her teeth as it passed and the oxygen flowed back into his lungs. She gasped, crawling back to the bed as her elbow involuntarily twisted into an unnatural movement and reverted to its previous state. Alisha stared at the change with terrified eyes. Tears were beginning to form in them as the colors began to warp around them. She fell backward, crawling across the carpet as her nails tangled in the fabric. She waved her hands frantically to free them, but froze as the skin gave way, revealing long, curved claws. She sobbed in panic,

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

"What an evil weapon that is." The Ghost Flag was one of the spiritual weapons the devil cultivators liked to use. It was forged with thousands of cultivators' souls, the divine souls of ten royal paragons, and lastly, the flag was soaked into the blood of millions of mortals to command ten thousand ghosts in the flag. Those ghosts did not have powerful strength. However, the amount of ghosts was too massive. They could also be reborn after they were destroyed.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. The battle erupted in an explosive display of blades clashing and spells colliding. Christopher lunged at the nearest Blood Ghost, his sword slicing through the specter with a satisfying, yet fleeting victory. But in the chaos, he was caught off guard as another Ghost lunged at him, its claws tearing through his armor.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Josiah roared. Following that, the lid of the Demon's Box opened, and countless blades shot out from it. The rain of blades was formed from the condensed resentment and ghostly aura of unjust spirits. It not only harmed the physical body but also targeted the soul. While physical injuries might be tolerable, harm to the soul would shroud the person in a ghostly aura and inflict them with great agony. Generally, fighters were not afraid of ghosts and spirits. Yet, when numerous spirits united, their combined force was not to be underestimated and even fighters would suffer immensely if entangled by them.